SnakeA Poem by scarlynn
Grecian goddess
unprepared photograph, she tilts her head to the left and the sun shines the way we want it to. I was Effy Stonem first. I was born broken, my father must have dropped me. No one ever held me right, especially not when I was fourteen. I never see with my eyes. I think I must have a heart for eyes, and no heart where my heart should be. Collarbones cradling nickles, she is stronger than any man by the daggers of her irises - she swallows you immediately, that medusa.
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Added on September 19, 2015 Last Updated on September 19, 2015 |

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